Wednesday, April 4, 2012

BAEDA 04 - A Million Little Pieces

I finished reading "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey last night. Where do I even begin.

Well, first of all, this book is very different from any other book I have read in my life so far. I usually read YA books, and I think this one is for an age group that is a bit higher than mine. Despite that, though, I enjoyed the book immensely. I loved the author's way of telling his story... it's like stream of consciousness book format. You know, with the lack of punctuation and the repetition of words and phrases. The style reminded me so much of "The Knife of Never Letting Go" by Patrick Ness, except with less fantasy and more real-life brutality.

I used to not understand it when other people describe books as 'raw.' Now I know what they meant, and this book is definitely that. Raw. It's very frank and honest that sometimes I have to stop, close the book, and calm myself down. James Frey, merciless to his readers, describes every emotion, every event, every feeling, so freaking vividly that it hurts sometimes, and when you finish the book you end up caring about these people and you end up feeling broken and sad and angry because quite a lot of them relapsed.

What this book really did for me was it helped me understand. I mean, yes, I don't completely understand and I probably won't ever unless I become a drug addict, but I now understand a lot, lot more than I did before I read the book.

I don't really know what else to say, except it's very good and I would recommend it to other people, just because this is something I feel like they need to know.

Anyway, the weather in Ireland has gone bonkers. I heard it's snowing in Donegal and Scotland in the freaking SPRING. It's sunny here in Kilkenny, yet it's about minus million degrees.